Here's one of my contributions to the war on St. Valentine. I love poetry and, Freya on a frittata, there's quite a bit of love poetry! Some of my favorite comes from Pablo Neruda:
Love Sonnet LXXXIX
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes;
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more;
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered;
so that you can teach everything my love directs you to,
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.
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